WXer

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Initially, he gets to keep the spell for 3 minutes with further level ups increasing it by 1 minute. I can see that being easily scaled down and up if we apply the RP's leveling system. In fact, I suppose we could apply that to his other spells which includes a bouncing bolt and a telekinesis lift.

As for upgrades, Dota does have a wide variety of equipment that he could obtain upon leveling up. How would we go about deciding what I would receive per level though? @Holy Soldier

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Holy Soldier Hello, I'm interested in joining after seeing your advertising thread as well.

I would just like to ask though, would it be okay to play as a character who's gimmick is to steal the last spell/ability another character used? Specifically, it would be Rubick from Dota 2. The main drawbacks in the game were relatively long cooldowns between stealing spells and the inability to target allies, if that helps.

RP/Original Multiverse Concept/Discussion

2nd option certainly sounds the most promising though Explorers sounds fun too. With that being said, you could still merge the universes somewhere down the line.

The Saltaire District

@WXer If you can come up with a good reason, you could probably convince me to start with a pistol.

@Lord Orgasmo

Well, I'm currently leaning towards a man-at-arms working for a merchant guild that sells firearms. Just shoot and pistolwhip his way to glory, convincing the nobles to buy his guild's wares and become rich enough from commissions and retire.

Where Heroes Are Made

Yup, still here. Was kinda waiting for your posts on the character tabs before posting my character since the initial spot(s) usually go to the GM.

The Saltaire District

Count me in as well. Heck, I hope my character will be worthy enough to have a flintlock pistol included in his starting inventory.

Where Heroes Are Made

Here's the first draft for my character. Since a character sheet wasn't posted, I might have missed something important so do let me know if that's the case.

Trestem Lightden

Name: Trestem Lightden

Titles: The Ascetic, The Lonely Light

Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 165 lbs.
Age: 87 years old, which is somewhat young for his species.

Race/Species: Treehume– A species native to the isle of Adorada, Treehumes are demi-humans with random tree features such as leafhair, barkskin, rootarms, et cetera that descended from multiple tribes of men that migrated to the island during a great calamity many centuries ago. Local legends speak of how these men were welcomed by The Gods of The Ethereal Mountain, who sheltered the refuge seekers in forest villages in exchange for the men’s devotion and servitude. As those ancient humans served their new gods, they too started living longer and absorbed the nature magic that was abundant in the realm.

Appearance: An otherwise average-looking man aside from the fact that he has a literal bush for hair, brown treebark for skin and root tendrils for teeth. To hide his somewhat unusual features, Trestem wears a linen headwrap that covers most of his head aside from his bright, amber eyes. He completes his wardrobe by wearing a plain orange robe with an equally simple green cape and an oak staff with an azure crystal orb at the head.

Abilities:
Whispers Of The Ethereal Mountain -- The school of magic developed in Adorada, colloquially called Whispering among various mage circles. The two main components of Whispering is rune calligraphy and silent invocation. The basic mechanics has the user etch a rune with a magical catalyst and then the rune links itself, the user, and local sources of magic together. Most runes then either concentrate the source of magic to its location or to its user, bypassing the need for incantations.

Sense of a Saboteur -- His title as Lonely Light was first bestowed by his foes as a form of mockery but soon became a name that the average grunt spoke with a sense of fear. Using his knowledge of his home’s terrain and the support of the oppressed populace, Trestem waged a guerrilla war by himself against an invading army. While he was ultimately captured, his efforts arguably led the invaders to forgo their initial ambition of total domination.

Equipment:
“Justice’s Servant” -- Trestem’s oak staff. Dedicated to The Justiciar, a god of protection and laws.

Bio: What can be said about The Ascetic? He was a dedicated servant of Adorada, its gods and its people. Yet when war came to their lands, he chose to follow his dogma’s call to non-violence. Thousands of innocent men, women and children were slain before he chose to rise up with sword and magic in hand. Reborn as The Lonely Light, he struck fear into the hearts of men with his cruelty permanently displayed on the flayed skins of his enemies. Yet, not all those he fought were foreign invaders but he judged them all as enemies, rightfully as an administrator of law.

Trestem’s end would have been met at the foot of the sacred Ethereal Mountain. The bane of the Lonely Light managed to cut him from thigh to abdomen, slicing off everything inbetween. Yet, his opponent happened to also be a just man and showed mercy, on the condition that Trestem vowed to never take up arms ever again. With his life spared, Trestem recovered under the watch of his captors and stayed bedridden for the most part of the remaining war. When the dust settled, he soon found that the world he fought for was no longer the one he recognized. Soon, he banished himself from Adorada.

His journey would eventually lead to the Agate Tower, to serve a new mistress. Trestem hopes that war never comes to this new land he calls home but knows that the inevitable will befall upon the ill-prepared.

As for the setting, are there any settlements or structures outside the tower? Like, a shipyard next to the shore or a keep that guards the path towards the tower?

Where Heroes Are Made

Hey there, I'm interested in joining this as well.

The main character I have in mind is an instructor who's concerned with the preservation of knowledge. He'd most likely be a former adventurer who can no longer travel so he sought out Vysantha in order to help train the next generation of heroes and make sure that what remains of the arcane arts continues to flourish.

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

I could have sworn I posted that I was dropping out but might as well make it official. Though, I sort of assume the 3 day rule would have killed my character anyway. Sorry if I held this up, life sort of got in the way in a really fantastical fashion (having to move continents for work being one of them)

The Haunting of Crestwood Hollow - A Supernatural Thriller

M A T H E R M E M O R I A L H I G H S C H O O L:

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 07:55am | Mather Memorial Parking Lot}

The serene morning's peace would be broken by the roaring engine of a street racer pulling up to Mather High's parking lot. "This is your stop, kid." From the front passenger seat, an over-dressed Eddie would step out and take a deep breath. It wasn't the first time he had been here at the school with this exact same car but the empty hallways and faculty offices made it less intimidating. A new sensation of fear and excitement started to take hold of him as he stood in awe of the school. However, as he stepped away from his ride, his uncle Joel would speed away while blasting classic rock and waving goodbye. "Heh. Lucky that traffic patrol hasn't had their morning coffee yet." Eddie remarked with a smirk, as his uncle clearly violated the school zone speed limits. This small act of defiance against the law was enough to jump start his confidence once more.

As he entered the school, he would shoot a few glances to his left and right before proceeding to the locker area. Some members of the busy student body would take notice of Eddie's eccentric wardrobe but he paid them no mind as he kept his head high while not making eye contact. However, as he reached his locker, he would initially struggle to get the combination right and would make a minor commotion as he tried to pry his assigned storage open. It would take him a moment to regain his composure lest he simply try to kick the lock off. In the end, he would overcome this unforeseen obstacle with only a few moments before the assembly started. Hastily leaving his blazer inside the locker, Eddie would try to blend in with the mass of students as they funneled into the auditorium.

Throughout the presentation, he would maintain a stern face but applaud when appropriate. While school spirit was apparently popular among the students, Eddie merely felt awkwardness from the skits. Specially the rapping librarian's. He didn't have plans to visit the library at all and that merely cemented his decision. The only announcement he had taken genuine interest in was Mr. Lehrer's Social Conscience Program and only because he had to take it. Being the new kid and a late enrollment didn't leave much in the choice of classes, he figured. With the start of the year assembly firmly behind him, it was off to his first class: Biology.

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 11:35am | Outside Mather Memorial Biology Lab}

His first class was pretty much a blur but Eddie would like to think he did okay. After all, he somehow managed to make two friends along the way. Not too bad, specially since it was first period.

"Edd! When are you bringing around that Challenger from last week and this morning again?! It's not in the lot, I checked, but don't think you can hide it from me, brother. I know you too well, haha!" exclaimed one of his new acquaintances. Tall and loud but somehow charming in a way. This was Frederick.

"I don't think that was his, Fred. Like he said, his uncle is Guy Garvin so that must have been a supercar that they were working on. The owner is most likely from Burberry Heights since you obviously can't afford to even ride in it!" Snide yet well-intentioned, the other was Richmond. The two would boil down to an argument while Eddie would utter a quick farewell under his breath, excusing himself since he couldn't afford to be late to any of his classes. After all, this new school might as well be a maze. Before Eddie could leave though, Frederick would tell him one more thing.

"Meet us at the school lot during lunch. We're gonna get burgers or something since the cafeteria menu sucks."

A man of his word, Eddie would show up at their designated spot during lunch time but somehow expected a catch from the delinquent duo. Once he got there, it was all too clear when he saw the souped-up Civic with Frederick in the driver's seat and Richmond in the front passenger seat. He would reluctantly get in and strap himself as they exited from the school grounds. They would then speed off to a drive-thru and get burgers, with their Chinese compatriot ordering with a thick accent on purpose to sate their crude humour. As they pulled up to the pay window, Richmond would switch over to a more refined cadence as they held back their laughter, Eddie with his eyes closed and facing away the entire time. Afterwards, the trio would race around the block while eating lunch as if they were at a racetrack. This day was perfect.

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 02:25pm | The Loft}

With directions from his new friends, Eddie would find himself at his last class' designated room. He would await for a few others to take their seats before taking one himself but made sure he wouldn't be last to sit either. None of the faces seemed familiar but he could tell that they seem to have a lot on their minds. Even Jonas looked like he had a hidden agenda in mind. When the promise of equivalent credit came up, Eddie suspicions rose up once again. Just like before, there had to be a catch.

As the question was posed to the class, he would raise his hand to answer. With the murder and his past experiences in mind, he would state the initial response to the question: "Man tries to justify his crimes. Animals don't care."